Billy rode day and night to make it to Chihuahua in time. He arrived in the night. He cautiously made his way to the jail, gun ready, ducking under the windows and getting down when a guard came out.
The guard came outside to relieve himself and hadn't noticed Billy slowly creeping up on him.
Billy quickly cocked his gun as he wrapped his hand around his mouth and pointed the gun to his neck.
"Shh. Quiet," Billy ordered, taking his hand off his mouth. "Continue. I'll wait. Continue."
The man continued to urinate.
"Gun," Billy ordered as he grabbed it from his holster. "Finished?" Billy asked, the man not answering. "Okay. Let's go inside now. Let's go."
The man started walking back in, starting to glance back.
"Don't fucking look at me," Billy ordered as they entered the jail, keeping one gun on his back. "You have a prisoner here? Melquiades Segura."
"Yes. He's upstairs in the cell."
"Is anyone else here?"
The man didn't answer and Billy took the other gun in his other hand and pointed it against his neck.
"Is anyone else here?" Billy asked again.
"No, sir."
Billy quickly hushed him as he started to raise his voice.
"Let's go fucker. Walk."
The man slowly led the way, walking up the stairs as Billy continued behind him.
"Where is the key?" Billy asked.
"Upstairs. In the guard room. I'll show you where it is."
The guard continued walking, his hands raised. He stopped at a door, hanging the lantern he had by the doorframe.
"The keys are in here," he said.
Billy looked around the corner before he stepped closer, motioning for the man to open the door, holding his gun ready if someone should be behind the door.
The man opened the door and stepped in as Billy followed. The man continued forward when Billy heard footsteps behind him.
Billy quickly turned behind, shooting the man who was behind him about to fire.
The other guard yelled as he lunged forward with a knife that he must've kept concealed. Billy quickly blocked the knife, head butting him, knocking him to the ground.
"Please... don't kill me!" The guard begged.
"Let's go to the cells. Hurry!" Billy shouted.
Billy grabbed him by the nape of shirt, making sure he couldn't run away. He knew they only had a small amount of time now that the gunshots alerted the other guards.
"Let's go. Open the door!" Billy ordered as they reached the cells.
"Billy, you came," Melquiades said, getting up from the bed of his cell.
"I had to. You're in here 'cause of me."
The guard opened the cell door and Melquiades walked out as Billy shoved the guard into it.
"How many are there usually?" Billy asked.
"Three."
Billy looked back at the guard.
"Please don't kill me," he begged quickly before Billy knocked him out with the butt of his gun.
"You seem different," Melquiades said.
Billy didn't answer as he cocked his gun aiming as he started stepping forward as he heard the third guard coming up the steps.
He waited until the guard turned the corner and then he fired, hitting him, sending him down the flight of stairs. Billy shot him again and again, seven times total.
"You are different," Melquiades said.
Billy didn't answer, he was different. He was having to become and embrace the man everyone saw him as if he ever was going to survive in this world.
However, it didn't feel good. No matter how much he tried to shut off his emotions and feelings. He already regretted his actions, knowing the man didn't deserve be killed that way.
It left him wondering if this was the life he was forever stuck with. He wondered if he'd ever get a peaceful life, better life, his parents never saw it, was he fated the same?
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Matters To Me
Fanfiction"In a new world of hopes and dreams, met with disappointments and darkness of the real world, Billy held onto the hope that life would get better. It had to, as he looked at the stars, he made a wish, he knew that it had to get better." ~ Billy met...
